"The Visitor" - Jasmine's story (chapter 1.3)
Making love to Clara again after nearly two decades had been strangely natural and familiar, yet in some ways better. The forbidden nature of it, with Clara's husband asleep in the room next door, had replaced the exuberance of youth and increased experience and confidence had made up for the changes to our bodies over the years.
Clara still wanted to control things, and still delighted in giving me pleasure, but she was relaxed and much more affectionate. For Clara to kiss so passionately, cuddle, and gently explore my body was new. Most surprising though, was her newfound ability to submit to pleasure.
As I'd parted her legs, her lips, with their delicate shades of brown, opened to reveal glistening pink anticipation. Rather than being uncomfortable as I kissed and caressed her folds, she submitted, pressing her hairy cleft into my eager mouth, moaning with pleasure.
Clara's husband Ari had a talent for pleasuring her pussy orally, she had confided. A talent enhanced by the fact that Clara kept his apparently tiny penis locked in a chastity cage. She claimed that desperation made him eager, and that he was at his best after a period of prolonged denial.
After my time with Clara in university it was hard to imagine her having a relationship with a man. Even more so when I'd first met Ari, who was a calm, confident, alpha male. I'd said as much to Clara during a boozy night out, and she had bragged that, "everything is not as it seems".
To be fair Clara had warned me that sexually Ari was like a girl, but in my defence, it all seemed so implausible, I almost didn't believe her. So, when Clara had goaded Ari into showing his naked body, I honestly wasn't prepared for what stood in front of me.
Ari was the first man I had seen naked in person, and it was very far removed from my imagined stereotype - that of a hairy, pumped giant. Completely smooth, toned but not over-muscled, and strangely feminine thanks to the painted toes and pink chastity cage that left no discernible penis. In fact, I was startled that, Clara had almost married a male version of my, albeit boyish, physique.
When Clara had teased Ari by masturbating in front of him, I had joined in. In another first, this was how I saw my first male orgasm... and thanks to the chastity cage, without even seeing a penis!
Ari had been staring directly at my wet pussy, as it all became too much for him, and he had cum. I'd looked at Clara, who HAD noticed Ari's gaze. I was surprised to see excitement rather than jealousy in her eyes.
Thinking about it afterwards, I wasn't sure if I had fingered myself because Jasmine had done so, or because of Ari. The androgyny of Ari's body left me turned on in a way that I would never have predicted. Particularly confusing, since I had never doubted that I was a lesbian, since pretty much puberty.
